It had been bred into him, the obsession to make others feel small and crushed.
Unlike his forefathers, Draco learned to use his twisted compulsions for good.
1/2
this is such an underrated dramione scene its so buzzy. hermione literally can't keep her eyes off draco, bag clutched to her chest and heart racing. she turned as soon as she heard his voice and looks so nervous around him aaaahhh
“Mine.” Draco seethed.
Lucius’s remaining assurance dissipated, his son’s next words so bitterly sharp they chilled his perfect blood.
“My witch. My heir. Mine.”
2/2
Cold blooded // 49 words // Posessive Behavior // DHr
“My heir? Ripened in the belly of that mud—-“
Draco slammed his fists on the table and stood; his quivering rage visible.
Coiled.
Constricting.
Ouroboris.
1/2
This sophomoric game of his had gone on long enough.
“Fuck you, Malfoy.”
His canine bit the tip of his tongue, but his clever thoughts wouldn’t be suppressed much longer.
1/2
June Microfics // Day 7: Plot what Plot // NSFW 🥵 // WC: 50
Morsmordre
“You feel so fucking good.” Draco exhaled into Hermione’s opened, hungry mouth.
He fisted the sheets on either side of her face, anchoring himself to fuck her harder.
I'm excited to announce I'm back with a new #Dramione fanfic coming June 27 to AO3 and FFN!
👻 Paranormal Dramione
📖 Eighth Year
🤫 Secret Relationship
👊 Possessive Draco
🥵 Smut
“Hermione had always found a bit of peace from the grinding of herbs…”
Practical Magic: a seasonal Dramione fic. Part Three: Madly, You Are Always on My Mind coming this Summer.
Check out Parts One (Winter) and Two (Spring) on Ao3
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Practical Magic Dramione
Ginny/Death Eater
NSFW Snippet
Ginny didn’t care that the managers were currently on stage promulgating things about important dates.
Who needed a structured practice schedule when riding a Chaser made you as fit as you would ever need to be?
(1/5)
A slightly more coherent “Please” came out in response and she made to leap out of her seat—bad margarita and Quidditch nerds be damned— but he pressed her back down, hand on her now exposed thigh.
“Slow down mamacita,” he chuckled, “Let me get one in ya first.”
(4/5)